An enormous mound of gravel was the opening scene of the second installment in the dfl cyclocross series. Required cross-dressing set the mood while a course of loose sand and tight corners promised some good spectating.
The race started, beer was had and yelling commenced. TCB boys were out in full force, some racing and some just manning the sideline while heckling their scantily clad brethren.
It was another good race for the books. I still have no idea who won, and I still don’t care. Each new race is a new experience and an example of what bike riding should be.